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 Jul 2015 Ryan Galloway
ekh
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 Jul 2015 Ryan Galloway
ekh
I always miss people.

I miss the first boy I ever had a crush on:
The butterflies in my stomach as he walked down elementary school halls toward me.  

I miss feeling alive.

I miss my childhood bestfriend;
the one who stabbed me in the back. I miss sneaking into the kitchen for a midnight snack and laughing with the floors creeking under our feet.

I miss the innocence.

I miss my high school friends.
The ones who said they'd never leave, "best friends forever". I miss the realness and the togetherness of them.

I miss the simplicity

But most of all I miss having a favorite song, a go-to dance move, and being able to sing carelessly in my pajamas.

*I miss me.
 Jul 2015 Ryan Galloway
ekh
I just want you to be proud of me
I wish I could see that last sparkle in your eyes
Or the last smile that cross your face
So I could keep it like a photograph and take it with me everywhere I will go
I often wonder what your last thought was
I like to think that maybe it was about the ocean and how it whispers to you telling you secrets
when everything else is completely quiet and everyone has gone home
Or maybe it's the last thing you learned or the last memory you made
It could have been how you are going to miss the end of your favorite tv show
or was it possibly me
You know I never understood how the earth dares to keep moving when someone who meant so much to you leaves it
How there are still the sounds of oceans and still things to be learned and new memories to make
And how that same stupid tv show will still be broadcasting a new episode each week
Like it never lost a very important viewer
It mocks me in a way because I want the world to stop
I want to stop for a chance to catch my breath
Just for a second so I can tell my body you are never coming back
but the world still spins on its axis remaining to be
The one thing
I wanted to give you
But you're not here to take it
Get your head out from the sky
You will only hurt your neck
And get sick
I don't understand why people talk us up
When they know our dreams are nothing more than clouds
Our goals being the prize of few when truth only comes through sips of alcohol and anger
You wish you didn't even dream in the first place
Or at the very least
Kept it to yourself
Because getting whiplash
Every time you wake up
And find your reality
Not being real
But more of a nightmare
You might find yourself
Grasping for dreams to save you
Only to find a handful of sand
My generation is one of mechanical hearts but real flesh
Real brains and a real chest
It's just we have grown from broken limbs and hard breaths from getting knocked down
That we put up a wall
made of stainless steel on the outside of our most precious mussel
trying to save it
But the thing is we never took it off so it just built on the other making a hard casting with pipes that pumped blood for you
It's not comfortable
But it what our mistakes has made which in return made us forget about passion and compassion
Focusing on our hurt and our deception
That instead of leading this country to greatness
We are leading it to the fire
That only seems to grow higher and higher
We made it where we can't get enough oxygen so we make it artificial
Every problem that comes up we make it beneficial to only us
We turn too much to the inside that we concave
if we don't stop
It's not just going to be hearts
That are machines
If we don't stop
We will all be
A society
Of robots
and it would be my generations fault because it was one who spent their lives making mechanical hearts when they didn't account for the rain that is always bound to come and tear the mechanical heart apart
Some people talk about forever as if it's tomorrow
So why don't you stay and count the stars with me until we see it raising up in the sun
Slow our heart beat
And focus
So we don't miss it
Where we get caught up in the goodbyes
And we trip on apologies and lies
Because the night changes
And it shifts
So the stars you are looking at now you may never see again
So make sure that if you wish
it's a good one
Close your eyes and think hard
So while your wishing
You can't help but smile and be happy
And possibly sleepy cause my hands are getting sweaty
And my thoughts are getting foggy
And I don't want this moment to end
So lay on my shoulder and forget the earth beneath us
As we count the possible wishes waiting
Till forever comes
What if the biggest rush in life is taking your last breath
Having everything flow through you
And out
All your memories suddenly start to  play a movie on fast forward with people dancing across the projector of your mind
It must be a lovely sight
But then afterwords come
People all the sudden pretending to know you
Said they talked to you
They will dress up in pretty black laced dresses and the men will be wearing nice button down shirts with suits
It's a nice costume
there will be hundreds at your funeral
But you will only know a few
Funny how people start listing when your dead for many will speak about your jokes as if they found them interesting
Study them  for a underlying meaning
Missing the pun completely
Because once you have gone extinct
People start to see you as a specimen rather than a person  
And sometimes I am convinced it'll be easier
To greet death when you see everyone in your life slowly turn green
Including yourself
I enjoy going to places you have been
I like to think that I'm walking where you did and our feet are touching with every step
People say that I'm like you in many ways
That I don't want to conform to the world
But rather live beside it
That I adventure
Not for the view
But for the message
That I don't know were I'm going
But it looks like I know how to get there
And it only make me wish I knew you
So maybe I could know me
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